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Surrender

What if we surrender?

What if at the end of the day we accept the fact that nothing is permanent,

that everything changes and that no matter how we try,

we can’t predict our futures,

we can only participate.

We can wake up in the morning,

press our backs deeper into the mattress,

let out a yawning sigh

and surrender to life’s great mystery.

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On Being Lost

"Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost." She whispers these words, Just a tickle on my ear The most shallow exhale So it really only comes out Disjointed and not much resembling A breath at all. It's her sternum moving up and Down, laboring to push oxygen Through her tiny, fragile lungs That gives that disjointed. Unrecognizable breath, "Dance, Dance," she whispers again But this time the words are a part of Her body, of her exhale, of that sternum, Those lungs. She's lost track of where the breath began And the words ended. It's ingrained Into every muscle, fiber of her being, Bruises on her shins. "Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost," Her body melts into liquid, into sound, Into words, Into breath.

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Progressive Decrepitude

Around here I hear that life is quite jumbled

I’m scared of the dark, I too must admit.

A bird in the sky whistles unbeknownst,

Vomit and wipe the acidic juice away.

I know, yes I do, I know it’s true.

Thinking of daydreams and why they happen,

Come in from the cold, take a breath and sit.

Find a passion, so they say, but I know - run, run afraid.

Listless, complacency, a mother who fears

I twist, he turns, a place never to be earned.

The twilight of dawn comforts my hammering heart.

Listening and waiting for the strong wind to come,

What I know is nothing but at least that’s something.

Free-falling, sinking, shimmering and splat.

Sleeping brings a soothing lull of knowing.

The grass is yellow and he yells out my name.

My bathtub reminds me of sadness and youth.

It is an odd comfort to hear you cry.

The perfume of the past is heady and rare

Blood, metallic taste, bricks and bones, haunted face.

Epsom salt will sting his wounds but pacify his aches

And there she is so small and bright, failing quick.

A brain deteriorating, laughs heartily

Runs from the words you tried to avoid.

Sickness, sickness, but healthy as an ox.

A name is just a name until someone forgets.

The inter-workings of my brain beg you to see,

Autumn is a beautifully twisted season.

Feelings are for the weak we will believe

I know - No, I don’t. Look away while I choke.

#poetry #writing #surrealist

Awkward Conversations

Plumbs hang from the balconies of a sweating summer day.

Frisking the syncopation of a thrumming morning,

The heart’s desires are too consuming for a prodigy and

Swelling throats find sustenance in honeyed tongues.

Staring at Olmstead

As if he constructed lilies himself.

A brown sugar belly ache

Does its best to set aflame open air.

A flower is foundationless,

Floating through convexities

Of a purgatorial occipital lobe.

Piquantness redeposits beatifically.

Elastically, the ring-leader bows down

Amongst the ale-fed crabgrass.

To foot it is the only choice

A seabird has in protoplasmic servery.

Longevity is a simple idea

When endostosis takes over,

Leaving nothing behind but a panache crinkling

From under the kitchen sink.

The cracks in the pavement swallow

What is left of dignity and pride’s eternal glow.

Falling through sinking skin

And rising up from ill-scented papaya juice.

Silky dogwoods always whisper of life’s complexities.

Men fall from unbearable heights while stars rise

To look down upon the blood covered earth,

Now finding solace in awkward conversations.

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Abyss

The glow of his cigarette lights up the coal black night.

Mountains covered in snow with stars twinkling high above them

get me to thinking about this life and why we lead it.

A kiss on the temple and my thoughts wraps around his.

Two minds coalesce like two hands intertwining.

A breath and then two more allows me to

let go of the crashing thoughts, the disappointments, the bad cards

this life has ever dealt.

The inky darkness is soothing to the tortured soul.

The soul who is scared, falling regretfully

into an abyss of no coming back.

#poetry #writing #Thoughts #fear #life #tortured souls

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Kiss.

Cruelty

I sat there with you sitting right next to me. We didn’t speak but we knew What the other was thinking.

I smiled at that and you sniffled, pulling your knees closer to your chest. What an odd thing a memory is. It’s so easy to remember yet so hard to forget.

I study your knuckles and the way your sky blue veins weave across the back of your hand. I see a single drop cascade from your eyes.

I realize that sometimes life can be cruel, But why did it choose to be cruel to you?

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